Okay, I thought, all bets were off; I didn't come down here to become a guy. All the skins had been put on so that transmitter thing could be activate...d. I should be able to take this thing off now, so I'm off the hook. I smiled at the thought. In fact, I couldn't have been happier. Since I'd been dead set against this to begin with, the idea that all this was over so quickly was really making my night -- and no one could blame me for ruining it for everyone else.I reached behind me to undo the. She confided in Mia, her friend and mentor, even the details of her masturbation fantasies, which had become a subject they shared as they explored the world of Kink at a light pace.Mia was happy to console Rina for a time, but after months of this, she was exhausted.Rina delighted in being tied up by the experienced and effortlessly confident Mistress Mia.One night, after some enchanting, erotic torture, Rina was restrained and delicately stripped, revealing a flaccid, yet meaty, phallic. He explained to me that I didn't understand howa professional lawn service worked and that he expected to receivepayment for the work that had been done. I told him it didn't look likeany work had been done and that he should turn his blades on or perhapssharpen them, but I would not be paying until I could drive in my driveway and "see" that the lawn had been cut.He told me I was a rich snob, driving around in my little sports car,thinking I was really something. "Yea, I saw you drive in your. He was sitting in front of his computer; now back to what it was. The IIS screen was filled with a text description of what had just happened, with far more detail than any IRC session he had ever been in. He looked down and saw his regular, breastless chest. He was amazed. Had it all been some fantasy? He could still feel Mistress Kate's lips on his, still smell her perfume.Thinking over what had just happened, Martin realized that every sensation was fresh in his head and on his body. He not.